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How to Read the Tarot
Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?
There is not much wildlife
in a condo community,
rabbits, squirrels, and once a bear.
On my square of spikey Florida grass
I daydream of the elements below me.
An inch wide and a mile deep
there are roots, worms, fungal threads.
Bacteria live in ancient basalt.
Earth's stony core breathes in and out.
All the wildlife I need.
10 lines, 60 words, Prompt: Wild about Wildlife
Gaian Tarot: Guardian of Earth--Live intimately aligned with Earth.
When I was ten, a city girl
I went to day camp
in an urban park.
We built campfires, roasted hotdogs,
strung chokecherry necklaces.
It was still camping.
At seventy, I use walking poles
because of bad hips
to stroll the boardwalk
at a cypress slough.
I sit on a bench for hours
watching turtles and water birds.
It is still camping.
Oracle of the Essences--Cypress--Adaptability--Embrace change in peaceful, harmonious ways.
He doesn't know it's Fathers Day
or that I am "the daughter".
There is a lacuna
in the place where I should be.
I pour Cointreau in our teacups
for courage and pull up
Charlie Haden's Song of the Whales
on my phone.
His shelves and tables
are littered with driftwood and shells
from shores he has known.
I hand him a rough, weathered totem
and ask, "Can you show me how the water moves?'.
Slowly, cautiously he moves the talisman:
Up, down, circles, spirals,
a figure eight for eternity
For this Sunday
driftwood and whale song
is the medicine we need.
Prompt: Free write about Father's Day
Pholarchos Tarot--Seven of Wings--How will you use the wings you have woven?